Mystical Lands of Tyrinthia Lyrics

From the Northern Sea, among the clouds above Castle Durnhaus, our story begins.
Ancient and Mystical are these great lands of Tyrinthia, peaceful, prosperous.
The branches of Eldoria no longer whisper the secrets of the Elves.
The great hammers in Kaldolmarr no longer ring true among their anvils.
To the East, Valineth wakes with uncertainty in the air, foreboding sensations.

Farther north, across the Seas of Lux, the Darkened lands of Raelith stir,
spawning many evil creatures, orcs, goblins, beasts, undead.
All under the command of Drow Legions lead by Lodac and their Great, General, Darklan.
They set sail in black Corsairs by the thousands, in search of Tyrinthia’s Blue Crystal.

Messengers quickly assemble as they arrive from all reaches of Tyrinthia,
their numbers so many the guards are unable to maintain order.
The streets once peaceful are now flooded with panic,
as they seek an audience with their king.
They hail King Kanthar and warn of the coming march of the Drow.
This dire news forces these lands into impending war, with only one option.
The king seeks council from his most trusted advisers,
but after a short time they reach a unanimous decision.